Viginti Octo
At exactly 7 am the next day, everyone left the gates of Forti Polaris en route to Stipant de Tenebris. Skaia and Apollo had woken up tangled with each other, eyes lit with dread and determination to put an end to Alistair’s torment. They rode on the same car with Remley and Krii. Both men wore masks of unreadable expressions. The ominous feeling hasn’t left Apollo. Only becoming more persistent than before. It’s eating him up from the inside, tempting him want to claw it out. Knowing Skaia will feel it too, he tried to push it down or block it from his mate, but he was hit with the same feeling from her side of the bond. Their eyes automatically connected. No words were spoken. Their gazes said everything. There was fear there. Fear of losing one another. Then there was that u
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